the lonely loonies on the playground reveal
their shadows to the day they crash in planes
on smack and weird sounds and leaves us gold
upon their graves our lives becomes less
ordinary show us that it doesn't hurt to
die
is it so gorgeous is it
enchanted is it revealing
I feel so
lucky I have seen you and rapture spread among
the crowd I wish for once I could have met
you before they wrapped you in a shroud the
giants always get their heads chopped or drown
in muddy waters in the south
is it so
gorgeous is it enchanted is it
forever
is it so gorgeous is it
enchanted is it eternal
with a rude
tongue dressed in spiteful eloquence you would
call calling for a love that never came you
would wait, you would call and you'd wait and
you'd call
back here I am in search of
answers I won't accept what I was told it's
only fair to die from cancer when you're old
enough to say you're old the reverb you left
is never over tolling for the only one who is
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